dear_mun | (no subject)

"He does not eat his own droppings. He's a Foo Dog. All... divine grace and intelligence and stuff."

[Ah, yes. Susan's life kinda sucks. But you totally need to finish the booooooksthey'resogoodohmygaaawwwwwwww-]

"You're really starting to embarrass me, mun-guy, you know that?"

[... I can still mallynap you and have you turned into a cartoon pony, you know.]

"What, like that... Rainbow Brite or whoever?"

[Rainbow Dash, Harry.]

"Whatever. I'm still not convinced she wasn't a hallucination."

[Why are you not petting the cat?]

"... Alright, alright."

[That's better.]

:You don't want me to finish the sentence of 'The Foo dog can kiss my...':

[... <3 And now I'm just lolling at your internal dialogue and trying not to be too amused, but failing mightily.]

:Agreed. Less crazy, more petty.:

"Great. Now I'm having conversations with the voice in my head that tells me what to do for the amusement of people on the internet. I can't even use the freaking internet."

[He gets like this, don't mind him.]

:Did I mention she also plays a pixie - one who happens to be a techmage. One who's played with a Harry Dresden before and can fix things to be wizard-proof? I should have mentioned that, but the scritching distracted me.:

[Well, half-pixie, really. And I never mind Harry. He's entitled to his rants.]

"Damn right I am."

[Oooohhh... well, the game is open to OCs. Alternatively, I peruse and tag on

bakerstreet on occasion, so if you wanted to throw any or all of these folks at me, I'd be down.]

"... You're going to do more of this crap to me?"

[Hush now. Grown-ups are talking.]

"... You're an asshole."

[Love you too, Harry.

Do you have Plurk?]

[Next time I see you in a meme, I might have to tag you. <3 Always looking for more Dresdenites.]

:SCRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!:

[All the love for Harry, don't worry. Susan gives you a big ol' smooch.

And yes. Yes, I do.

Rys_kit

[I'm

YonFellow and I shall be adding you shortly.

Harry, you're neglecting the cat.]

"Alright, alright, I'll pet the damn cat. Even if he does seem to be in on this whole conspiracy to ruin my life."

[Just snagged you. :D

Yeah, Harry. The CAT.]

:Oh, shut up. You need more friends in your life. You also need more clothes that don't look like they've spent the majority of the last decade crammed under your bed. Just sayin...:

"Well, in fairness, some of them have spent the majority of the last decade crammed under my bed. Which you know full well."

:I know nothing of your clothing habits. Or the whereabouts of missing shoes.:

"Right, right."

[You wouldn't think it'd be possible to hide the shows of a 6'9" guy. You know them's some massive gunboats.]

"Look, I'm petting your damn cat, what else do you want from me?"

[Just keep getting petulant and indignant for my amusement. That's all.]

[My brother is 6'8. I hid his shit ALL the time - among other things. It's easier than you'd think. And Mister's industrious.]

:Damn straight I am. How do you think I avoid being slobbered on by that damn dog?:

[You hush and be nice, or no more coke.]

"She's got a point. I possess both the can and the thumbs."

[Extortion? You heartless fiend.]

"It's a rough job, but somebody's gotta do it."

[No they don't, you're just bitter because we're all picking on you.]

:Don't make me make her go get Susan. You want to see picking? Try it with someone with thumbs and who can take up a lot more of your lap.:

[MISTER!]

:I didn't mean it that way... jeez. Humans and their obsession with their dangly bits.:

[I'd apologize for his behavior, but... he'd likely just do something worse.]

"..."

[... Oh, now you've gone and upset him, Mister.]

"... No, no. I'm fine."

[*Siiiigh* Always the self-loathing and angst with you, isn't it?]

"Yeah, and with your Obi-Wan. Do I detect a trend here?"

[... No. No, no no. You don't get to psychoanalyze me. Bad. Bad muse.]

"Thought so."

[... Morbid curiosity has won out. Bring me the finest Susan muse in all the land, madam!]

"... I hate you."

"You rang?"

[Don't say I didn't warn you. This one keeps trying to get me to get her MORE pervy icons. Because apparently, she's a perv.]

"I am not. I just happen to have a healthy appetite when it comes to my personal relationships with a certain someone. Go make some tea and shush."

"... Hell's bells."

[See? See what happens?]

"... Shut. Up."

"See, now, you keep talking like that and I'll think you're not happy to see me."

[Stop pouting. You're a grown woman. It doesn't become you.]

"What... I'm not allowed to be happy to see a portrayal of my favorite tall drink of yummy?"

"It's not that I'm not happy, believe me. It's just... a little...

... It's complicated."

[That would be putting it mildly.]

"Let me live in the delusion of the pre-ruination of my life. You know, before I got vamped and pregnant and dead. I'm just going to crawl into a little stasis bubble and pretend that doesn't happen. Fortunately for me, she agrees with me."

[Damn straight I do.]

"Hell's bells, Susan, that's all I've wanted for ten years now..."

[He just has this thing about living lies. And also isn't looking forward to the dying part, considering his more-than-peripheral involvement.]

"Shh... That's the joy of AU's, Dresden. I know my girl here isn't going to let any of that happen. Unless, of course, you want me dead. Talk about a hard good-bye."

"... How are you always so good at changing my mind?"

[You do most of the work for her by being a total idiot, Harry.]

"Shut up."

"I couldn't change it for you if you didn't want it to be changed."

[Stop being so smug.]

[No, keep being smug, he deserves it.]

"I'm with the other mun."

[Shut up.]